The Watcher Greg Sutcliffe Idle with despair, alone, no care Not longing of life, just sit, just stare It’s thoughts I hate, don’t know, don’t care Alone I wish, without my care I long for sleep, the day grows grey The crimson light, the night from day Alone I lay, to watch, just stare The darkness grows, alone, despair Dreams seep in, they dance, they shout Just leave me lone to night, my light. The dawn does shake the sense of me To wait the night and not be me.

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